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Digital Industrial
Hammer to the bone,
Pain to make the heart beat slow.
There’s diamonds in the water,
Drinking sorrow with a bittersweet grin:
There’s so much effort put into hate.
Tomorrow rests on a hazy sunrise,
What is to become of resurrected, buried lies?
We sewed our eyelids to the warning,
Forgetting the echoes of careless whispers,
Withdrawing into a false sense of security.
Break the cycle,
Burn the trail,
Systematic slave on labour’s golden wheel;
Giving heart to a brainless machine,
Apathetic and lethargic:
Not programmed for reality.
ooh you're good
ooh you're good
Revolution Means One Turn
One powerful line, then another more powerful line - walking the edges of surreal - grounded in the mech/tech age where flesh is crucified - which is then followed by a powerful ending - I love your writing - it talks to the way I used to think ~~A~~